She was a dressmaker, and he was the love of her life.
Marcus Brownswood, even just his name sent tingles down her spine. She loved him with a passion that threatened to burn her from the inside. And she was sure he loved her just as much.
Then he broke up with her.
The night he was supposed to propose; the night Priscilla knew her life should have been perfect. So she retreated into herself, convincing her shattered soul that Marcus was protecting her. He had to, he loved her more then anything; Priscilla was sure of this.
But then Marcus Brownswood comes back to town with a pretty fiancee, and little does the happy couple know, that by asking Priscilla to make the wedding dress, they had just sealed their fates.
They thought Priscilla was a simple woman who had a knack for making beautiful gowns.
But the Dressmaker was so, so much more.